Michael Cera carries on with a random texter for eight months

November 18, 2013|By Courtney Jacquin @courtneyjacquin | RedEye

Your phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number. The person on the other end writes something like, "hey what time are we going to that thing?" But of course, you have no intentions of going to "that thing" with someone with the area code from your hometown who still can't figure out how to type in a phone number correctly. You have a few choices--ignore it, tell them they have the wrong number, or have a little fun.

Celebrities–they're just like us! Well Michael Cera is at least, or he's trying to be. In an article in the Nov. 25 issue of The New Yorker, Cera tells his tale of a texting correspondence he had with Jeremy, the man who on one December day texted Cera without knowing it was the actor. Cera's story might be a farce, but even if it is we can pretend.

At first, Cera tested the mysterious texter's feelings about him as an actor, according to the text message log he shares in the article:

"Michael 12/6 1:30 PM you should come to town one night and I'll take you to a party at my buddy Michael Cera's house

Michael 12/7 5:19 PM anyway i was just kidding before that’s actually me.”

Cera explains how he became enamored with Jeremy, his name he found out later in the correspondence, continuing with the conversation, pushing Jeremy's comfort level.

The frequency of their conversations ebbed and flowed, sometimes taking month-long breaks. Cera, humorously, pushed Jeremy's buttons, trying ceaselessly for Jeremy to invite him to a party.

The plans never panned out. Until June.

Cera went to meet Jeremy after months of correspondence. He left the party and texted Jeremy, "sorry things got crazy, im going back to la" "that girls nuts i think" and finally "hope you're not still pissed off."

While Cera's retelling of the story gets hazy at this point, it appears something happened between him and Jeremy's friend Caitlyn.

And thus ended their text friendship.

When Cera texted Jeremy over the next two months he never received a response, he writes in The New Yorker article. When texting him a final time in August to get permission to tell the Caitlyn story on "Jimmy Kimmel," Cera was now on the other side of the erroneous text.

"Yeah you have the wrong person. My name is Amanda, just got this number," replied Amanda.

Perhaps we should all start texting random 310 area code numbers in hopes it's Michael Cera. Or another celebrity with his sense of humor. Or just start messing with people for roughly a year when they text us on accident.